The second date reduced my private money by two-thirds at once. Besides, I'm thinking about a third or fourth time in the future! Therefore, pickling girls still has to be fully funded.

On Sunday, I took the gold wrench that Fang Bo sold me and went to the pedestrian street. There is an antique street there, but there are only two antique shops with a façade, and most of the others are stalls. I don't usually come here very often, and I'm not very interested in antiques. However, Fang Bo's wrench looked very much like an object from the past year, so I tried my luck with the attitude of giving it a try.

I took two looks at the stall and left. If those things on the stall are really antiques, can they be displayed on the ground like that? Who believes this? This kind of low-level trick can't even fool me, a middle school student, okay! But there are really people who like to visit these stalls, and they also bargain with the stall owners.

I went straight to the first antique shop with a façade. The furnishings are at least like that, everything is placed on the counter or shelf, and some are packed in flannel boxes and covered with glass covers, which looks very classy. But there are not many customers in the store, and occasionally customers walk in and go out without even asking the price. I really don't understand the market here!

I saw a chubby middle-aged man sitting behind the counter playing on his phone, and didn't seem to care too much about whether his business was showing signs of closing. I walked up to him and coughed, trying to get his attention.

The fat man looked up at me and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

Depend on! This tone clearly shows that I don't want to do business anymore! I was a little upset, but I still asked him, "Do you accept antiques here?" ”

"Do you have an antique to sell?" The fat man is finally a little interested. But he still looked me up and down with a very skeptical eye, what a dog's eyes look down on!

I suppressed the fire, pulled out the gold wrench, and placed it on the glass counter. The fat man narrowed his eyes, picked up the wrench, and flipped it over and over for a moment. But his expression never changed, and I couldn't tell his reaction, and I couldn't tell if the wrench was an antique or worth anything.

"Where did you get that wrench?" The fat man's tone still didn't improve. This makes me even more unhappy!

"You don't have to worry about that!" I didn't answer angrily, "Do you want to accept it?" ”

The fat man was not angry, put the wrench back on the glass counter, and said, "I never accept things from unknown sources!" ”

"What do you mean by something from an unknown source? I didn't steal or rob it! "I'm starting to get angry.

"Even if you didn't steal or rob it, you probably took it from the old man in the family! In short, if you don't make it clear, I won't dare to accept this thing from you. "The fat man is very resolute. Obviously, he didn't like me.

I'm calming down on my side too. I understood, just because I was too young, it made him think that this was not normal. However, this business will definitely not be able to be negotiated. I gave the fat man a blank look, put away the wrench, and left.

I went to another antique shop next door, and the owner of this shop was quite polite, and did not mean to look down on the young man. Still, he asked the same question as the fat man. I can't tell the truth! But I didn't want to tell a lie, so I told him that it was given to me by an old man.

The boss shook his head, as if he still didn't believe it, and refused to accept it. I was discouraged, so I asked him where anyone would take this thing? The boss pointed outside and said, "You can go and ask those who set up stalls, they may be willing to accept them." Otherwise, you'll have to sell it to a gold shop, where you can recycle it as miscellaneous gold. ”

I had no choice but to fall back into the street. I looked at the antique stalls and decided which one to sell them at. There were customers at almost every stall, and I didn't want to be too noticeable. There happened to be a small stall in the corner of the far corner, with not many things on display, and a sign was put on the table: Buy antiques. I decided to go there, at least it looked like I was in the antiques business.

The owner of the stall was a tall, thin man in his thirties, with two mustaches on his lips and a wide-brimmed hat, which was deliberately low-key. When I walked up to him, he looked up at me and smiled. Well, at least that's a good attitude!

"What do young people want to buy?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't buy it, I want to sell something." ”

The mustache made an exaggerated expression of surprise, then smiled and asked, "What are you selling?" ”

I took out my wrench and rested it on his stall. The mustache twisted it up with two fingers, looked at it, and sniffed it in front of his nose, as if frowning.

"Where did it come from?"

"My own!" I'm a little annoyed by this question today, can't I negotiate the price happily?

The mustache looked me up and down again, and suddenly said, "This doesn't look like your thing." ”

Depend on! How do you know if it's my home? I was on fire, and I was about to ask one last time, and he would turn around and leave immediately after talking to me again!

"Are you going to take it or not?"

The mustache thought about it, smiled, and nodded, "I'll take it!" How much are you going to sell? ”

This one stopped me. The first two stores haven't even opened the price for me, and I don't know the bottom of my heart!

"You...... Say how much money can you receive, right? I asked rhetorically.

"If calculated according to the current gold price, your wrench finger is about 6 grams, which can be worth about 2,000 yuan." The mustache wrenched his fingers and said, "I'll take it at this price!" ”

I hesitated. I'm not stupid, I saw the price of gold when I came, and I secretly weighed the wrench at home, and I knew that what the mustache said was not bad. But I always feel that since it is an antique, it seems that it should be more expensive than ordinary pure gold, right?

"I'll sell it for 3,000 yuan? It's an antique! "I've raised the price a little bit, and I can make a little more.

The mustache shook his head and said, "Your origin is unknown, and it's good that I'm willing to accept you at the gold price." Others may not dare to accept it! ”

It seems that he has made up his mind to seize my weakness to lower the price, and I have no choice but to do so. He's right, I've already eaten closed door soup twice.

Just when I was determined to agree to him to make a deal, the mustache suddenly said, "If you are willing to tell me the true origin of this wrench, I can pay 3,000 yuan!" ”

His words made me suspicious all of a sudden. Why did he have to know where the wrench came from? I shook my head and said, "I don't want to say it. ”

"Or tell me who gave you this wrench." The mustache stood up, walked up to me, and seemed to snort at me.

What's the situation? What do I smell good about? Are you a dog? I suddenly changed my mind, quickly reached out and took back the wrench and put it in my pocket, and said to him fiercely: "If you don't accept it, forget it!" Ask so much, what do you want to do? ”

I walked away quickly. When I looked back, I realized that the mustache hadn't caught up, but was just standing there and smiling at me. Nima is still laughing so obscenely, you are a dead pervert!

It seems that it is difficult to sell this wrench as an antique. I didn't bother to go back and ask the other stalls one by one, so I turned a corner and walked to the next street. There are several gold shops in a row, selling gold, silver and jade jewelry. Since the mustache is willing to take my wrench at the price of gold, these gold shops should be fine.

But I was disappointed in the results. The gold shop doesn't ask where it comes from, as long as it is gold and silver, he accepts it. There is a big difference between the buying and selling prices! The selling price listed in the store is more than 300 yuan a gram, but the buying price is only more than 200 yuan a gram, and the difference is more than 100 yuan! And the more than 200 yuan a gram is the price of pure gold jewelry, and there must be a certificate. The wrench in my hand is obviously old, and there is no possibility of any certificate, so I can only collect it according to miscellaneous gold, and the purchase price is even lower!

I talked to the owner of the gold shop for a long time before he agreed to charge me for the whole number of 200 yuan. Put it on the balance and weigh it, the net weight is 6.3 grams, and the transaction price is 1260 yuan.

Well, 1260 yuan is a huge amount of money for me, a middle school student, at least the deal with Fang Bo is not a loss, and it is enough for the expenses of my next pickling plan.

The experience of the past few days has made my money worship more serious. At the moment, ghost markets are still my biggest source of income. As a result, instead of being resistant to staying up late to set up a stall, I became more active and willing to do it. Master also seemed to encourage me to adopt this attitude, and as long as my income was good, he would be generous with the pocket money he stuffed into me.

My relationship with the ghosts has also improved very well. In line with the belief that the customer is God, I strive to keep a smile and hobby every ghost customer. Even if Lao Xing comes to collect protection money, I will no longer send him away with things that cannot be sold. I will pay as much as others pay. Master doesn't seem to have a problem with this, he has long been happy to be the shopkeeper. Lao Xing was very satisfied with my change, and even occasionally helped me advertise, saying how delicious my five-poisoned porridge and sauce rat boy were.

The poor ghost Lao Zeng also got along well with me, and he was very interested in coming over every time he had to close the stall. I also generously rewarded him with some things that were not sold out and would not be left overnight. makes Lao Zeng look like he is grateful every time.

That night, a well-dressed ghost came up to our stall and ordered a lot of dishes at once. I listened to some familiar voices, and I was stunned for a moment, but I couldn't recognize who it was for a while. The ghost took off the big sunglasses on his face, damn, it turned out to be Lao Zhang!

Lao Zhang smiled hesitantly, and seemed to be very proud. He used to mingle with the poor ghost Lao Zeng, and he was also so poor that he was embarrassed to talk when he saw people. What's going on today?

Lao Zhang turned out to be a wild ghost. Because when he was alive, he caught up with the Republic of China and fought every now and then, and was shot and killed in a bandit riot. At that time, no one put him in the grave and erected a monument, and the body was directly burned together, and the remaining souls wandered around, and finally ran to the mass grave. His descendants eventually fled to Nanyang and never returned.

During the Qingming Festival this year, Lao Zhang's grandchildren finally came back to worship their ancestors. But after searching and searching, he couldn't find where his grave was, so he finally had to set up an empty grave in the public cemetery, and erect a monument to engrave his name and the date of his birth. At this point, Lao Zhang finally has his own tomb and has become a serious tomb ghost, not a wild ghost!

Lao Zhang's grandson also burned a lot of paper money for him, including the fancy jacket, sunglasses, baseball cap, gold ring and big gold chain around his neck that he is wearing now, and a whole set of things were specially brought back from Nanyang to burn for him! Lao Zhang also pretended to "dislike" and said that ugly is ugly, it's better than not having to wear it!

I asked him, "What about your partner Lao Zeng?" ”

Lao Zhang shook his head and said, "I don't live with the poor ghost Lao Zeng now!" Over the years, I have lived with him and been poor, and I have taken care of him and owe him nothing. In the future, I will be an ordinary friend! ”

I nodded in understanding. As long as it's not really helpless, no one wants to live with a poor ghost. I asked Lao Zhang to find a place to sit down first, and then began to arrange the large number of dishes he ordered. Lao Zhang finally got rid of poverty and became rich, and the appetite that he had held back for many years suddenly exploded, and he ate a beautiful meal!

Finally, he said to me, "Well, I'm rich now!" My grandson told me at the grave that he had made a name for himself in Nanyang. In the future, he will come back every year to worship his ancestors and burn a lot of paper money for me! So, now I don't just want to eat whatever I want, I also want to eat something distinctive, Xiaosheng, can you do it? ”

Of course, I'm happy to keep Lao Zhang, a big customer! I replied to him, "In our ghost market, my master's stall knows how to make some real ghost meals. Many ghosts, such as **, Lao Xie, Lao Zhu and Aunt Lin, who have special tastes, like us to order dishes here! Say, what flavor do you want to eat? Just say! ”

Lao Zhang patted his thigh and said, "Okay!" I've wanted to enjoy them for a long time! As for me, when I was alive, I liked to eat sour things. I haven't eaten it for decades, and now I'm especially worried about that sour taste! You're going to make it sour for me! The sourer, the better! ”

"No problem! Guaranteed next time! "I also patted my chest, I still know Master's alternative cooking skills very well, this little request will not be difficult!

Lao Zhang paid the bill and left satisfied, and he didn't want change. Ghosts and people are the same, when they are poor, they always pick and shrink, and suppress their desires in various ways. Once they get rich, it will be like a flood opening the floodgates, and all their innermost desires will burst out, and then they will start spending lavishly, wanting to enjoy things that they have not enjoyed. Speaking of which, Lao Zhang is quite restrained, doesn't he just want to eat something sour? It's a small case!

When I closed the stall, I told Master about Lao Zhang's request. Master's answer was unexpected.

"You've been with me for so long, it's time to start figuring out how to solve these little problems on your own! Use your own brains and make some new dishes. If it sells well in the future, I will hand over this stall business to you, and it is your own to make more or less money! Master said these words very casually, as if he had long been thinking about retirement.

I couldn't guess what Master meant, so I had to answer with an "oh". Let me take over? I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy. Or should we smile bitterly? Am I really mentally prepared to do this for the rest of my life?